Note: I wrote this as for the Drabble challenge under the Short Story Challenge Corner.
Death can be a silent intruder, sliding and slithering through your veins like a viral snake. Or it can appear in a hulking, menacing form—laser cannons poised, straining to achieve maximum damage.
As a stealthy intruder or a hulking lethal giant, death is there, breathing down the back your neck, causing the hairs to stand on end. Waiting, watching, preparing to strike. Can you feel it? It can feel you. Your fear, your primal need to flee, taste like honey to an ancient predator.
Once it has you in its sights, it will never let you go. It's hungry...